Wordless Saturday : Dusk

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2nd innings

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Remember this post? Seems like eons ago…because I am back in Infosys “sommersaults” and its been 3 months of yet another amazing journey…cheers for more to come!

Nostalgic Diaries : Infosys

How did it happen?

I was working on a contract for a Melbourne company when a ex-colleague told me of an oppurtunity in Sydney. My eyes glowed but was tamped down by the fact that it was in Sydney and not Melbourne.

My husband looked at me and said – why not?

I was like – how will we live? Our entire family is in Melbourne? Your job is in Melbourne?? and I am the Melbourne Maami 😉

He insisted – look at yourself, you are glowing, your eyes have this shine and you haven’t been that way for ages now.

Infosys has been a love that I missed a lot.

He’s a keeper I tell ya!

We took the plunge. Logistically I house share and have half my heart back in Melbourne.

In some parts I have re-discovered what I had in Bangalore. It is tamped down by the fact that I miss my husband somewhat fiercely.

I thought weekends that I spend in Sydney would be a pain. After cooking in gallons for the week, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.

But…what a revelation it has been! Weekends that I spend in Sydney are spent in laundry (sigh), buying groceries and organising my other tasks that fall to the way side during the weeks.

This sojourn is teaching the forgotten art of making new friends. I realise how important it is to have a circle of friends you can call upon. How important it is to share a laugh with someone other than family, to have a helping hand in moving, to have that one friend who knows someone who knows someone and their aunt’s cousin wants a room-mate/house-mate.

And just imagine having 2-3 hours to yourself to introspect and plan your week. How many people have that luxury?

When weekends are spent in Melbourne hubby and I am cramming moments of a fortnight in 48 hours. We have re-discovered things to do together that we enjoy. Buying a bottle of milk is a moment of happiness. My relationship with him certainly has some new dimensions. It is true that the heart grows fonder when you are away. Those small irritants melt away (why did you keep the coffee cup in the car?)

Husband also thinks I am more confident. Yay to that!

My wallet now consists of 2 important cards – Opal card and the ID card

Jetstar is my new best friend, accumulating something like a zillion miles on the rewards card!

People give you more space when you have only 2 nights every fortnight with the husband

Working with a new team, in a new dimension and a different country educates you on the new facets of work culture

I have learnt some quick cooking skills that my mother will frown upon 😀

Indian food services are also speed dial (more frowns from Mom)

New city = new places to explore = more together time with the husband

Looking forward to the husbandman joining me here soon…wish us all the best!

 

 

Signing off because my veggies are simmering. Catch you all soonest!

I think I will call this part – Acceptance.

Exactly my thoughts echoed by this amazing blogger! Thanks for putting things into words and perspective. You speak for me!

An Indian Wedding Blog

Do you guys mind if I talk about some other stuff for a while? For the first time in my life, I’m not feeling it. I always feel like writing, but I’ve ended up in a rather precarious situation. I have too long a list of wedding-related posts I want to write, and that’s where the problem lies. It’s too long. Sounds odd, right? Bloggers out there would kill to always have something to talk about. Why has this been a problem for me? Because it means I’m overwhelmed. Frustrated. And it means I’ve been trying to schedule my writing for months now, which is a really, really big problem. I can’t write on schedule. Occasionally, sure. But a daily schedule – argh. No way. I’ve perpetually been in a state of struggle. I want to lead a disciplined life, want to follow the habits of people I look up…

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23 Truths About Body Image That Everyone Has To Deal With

So true! I am struggling with some of this right at this minute.

Thought Catalog

1. Nine times out of ten, people are too worried about their own flaws to worry about yours.

2. Looking at fashion/beauty magazines will always make you feel badly about yourself, because that’s what they’re made to do. If you don’t feel inadequate, you’re not going to buy a bunch of products to feel better!

3. Sometimes you’ll catch yourself in a really flattering light and you’ll feel like you have the most wonderful body in the world, and then, later that day, you’ll catch yourself from a wrong angle and immediately regret every carb you’ve ever eaten. Neither one of these perspectives really matter, because in reality, we are constantly moving (and not standing at one angle in front of a mirror).

4. Even professional athletes have completely different body types, none of whom are “better” than the other.

5. Thigh gaps are about body structure, not fitness level…

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Tunnel vision

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You see something and you want it; no, you need it. It might be a small piece of paper, jewelry, an idea, a trip or even a vague something that exists in your mind. Here, we are not talking about the goal and dreams you have but mostly about a fanciful notion that you have to need to achieve for your satisfaction.

Is that a well thought out idea? Or did it just catch your fancy and is not letting go? Is it all-consuming? I can’t think beyond getting to that. Now, that’s tunnel vision in my dictionary.

We are not talking about chasing a dream but having a narrow vision to achieving that one idea! Its so all-consuming for me that I find it extremely difficult to still my wandering mind in sleep, the result of which is sleep talking. Like, the amount I talk while awake isn’t enough :0

I have had tonnes of such ideas, ranging from how my maaang tikka in the wedding has to be, the specialization subjects in my masters program or how a particular dupatta should fall…sigh! If your spouse is not well acquainted with this feeling, it can make for some interesting conversations.

Why should the curtain be yellow? Why can’t I wear black shirt on blue jeans? Why does the mouse pointer be on the far right and not anywhere else?

Do any of you ever feel that way?